Fu Ning used 'Wangqi' to look inward.

Sure enough, in the interior scene, the two primordial spirits both emitted luck divine light.

Among them, the 'Arctic salamander' is blue and vibrant.

This is a good sign of luck, and if selected, the result should be good.

But what Fu Ning didn't expect was that next to it, there was a purple aura on the body of the 'Cloud Spirit Turtle', and the divine light was restrained and condensed.

The fortune is still above the 'Arctic salamander'.

The ancients said: The wilderness of the road is big and I don't know the shore.

Sometimes the path of cultivation is not because the path is long and difficult, but because you can't see where the other side is.

The moment you embark on your practice, there are countless opportunities in front of you.

Even if you are ambitious and passionate, once you miss the opportunity, it will slip away like quicksand between your fingers.

So, the choice is greater than the effort.

However, Fu Ning's Tianyan 'Wangqi' technique can penetrate a trace of the Tao and indirectly find the other side of the Dao.

This is also the preciousness of the bloodline of the 'Zong clan'.

Seeing the purple qi in his eyes, he didn't hesitate to choose the 'Cloud Spirit Turtle' directly.

The next moment, the little turtle turtle disappeared in place again.

And in the 'Yan Fu Whirlpool', a new spectacle picture also emerged.

[Discover the wonders and start recording.] 】

In the picture, the 'Cloud Spirit Turtle' once again returned to the cave where it was born.

In front of it was the sunlight at the entrance of the cave, but behind it were the stumps and severed arms of the same kind.

When the narrow road meets, the brave wins.

Walking all the way to flesh and blood, it finally stood in the sun.

The sun fell on it, dispelling all the cold.

At this point, its body has grown to the size of a pot lid, and it is difficult for an adult to close it even if he spreads his arms.

Under the golden light, the cloud on his back began to flow like ink dripping into a pool.

The cloud spirit turtle didn't stop long.

Some lives, with blood in their bones, wind in their blood, and stagecoaches, are destined to wander all their lives.

It walks high in the sun.

It's not fast, but it's unstoppable.

Finally it came to the closest thing to heaven.

It was a cliff where the sun seemed to hang over its head all the time, not rising in the east and setting in the west.

For the first time, it stopped.

The cloud on the back armor seems to have stopped flowing.

Finally, it was fixed into a fixed pattern, and a spectacle of candlelight began to emerge on the body.

The Cloud Spirit Tortoise could feel the heat on its body.

Intrigued, it began to silently visualize the pattern behind it.

One, two, three......

Until one day, a trace of the sun's warmth burst out of its flesh and blood.

At that moment, it knew it was time to leave.

So it climbed down the cliff again and continued to crawl into the distance.

Passing through the reef and the coast, it soon stepped into the dark of night.

The night was dark, as if it would never see the dawn.

It reminded it of the cave where it was born.

Just like in a cave, its footsteps did not stop.

As we continued on, the cold began to rage.

The cloud spirit turtle had a layer of frost and snow on its body.

At first it shivered from the cold.

Slowly, it remembered the pattern it had written down on the cliff.

I can't help but start visualizing in my mind.

The warmth nourishes the flesh until the last bit of cold is dispelled.

Until a large river blocked its way.

The river is fast-flowing and cold, and the mere proximity makes people shiver.

But the Cloud Spirit Tortoise didn't flinch, it opened its body and stepped into the river, trying to control its balance.

Again and again, again and again, vertigo again and again.

Wounds began to appear on his body, and the cold almost solidified it.

And it always contemplated the warm pattern on that cliff.

Slowly the cold and darkness are beginning to take it out of the way.

Until it wakes up from an isolated island.

The island was huge, bigger than the cliff it had been on before.

The river is divided by islands and flows away from both sides.

It was about to move on, but it was attracted by a full moon in the sky.

It was the first time it had seen the moon.

The faint moonlight is sprinkled, like a coolness that heals everything.

The cloud urn spirit turtle looked at the sky stupidly, and the cloud urn on the carapace changed again.

It begins to conjure up new patterns.

I don't know if it's an illusion, it feels that Yuehua has sunburned into the wound, and the injured area is cool.

I don't know how long it took.

Its wounds were finally restored.

There seems to be no end to the night here, only a full moon.

Even if a stone stays for a long time, it will crack.

What's more, it's still a cloud spirit turtle with wind in the blood.

It re-embarks on the road, thinking about the pattern under the sun when it is cold, and thinking about the pattern under the moon when it is tired.

Finally it saw the end of the night, a barren desert.

But it still can't stop it.

It doesn't know where its destination is, and it seems to have an obsession in its heart, that is, to keep moving forward.

The wind in the desert was stronger than the sea, and the cloud spirit turtle couldn't open its eyes, and its body couldn't help but retreat.

But it never relaxed, contemplating the two patterns in his mind, moving forward step by step.

Time passed, and it no longer knew how long it had been buried in the sand.

Until a third pattern was born on its dorsal armor.

As it contemplated it, its body suddenly became lighter.

The wind that had been holding it back seemed to be pushing it forward.

From headwind to tailwind, the rest of the journey became incredibly easy.

Soon it finally came out of the desert.

What follows is a rolling mountain landscape, a flaming grotto, a rain-pouring swamp, and a lake covered with thunderclouds......

Every time it experiences a place, it will experience some suffering, and then the clouds on its body will produce corresponding patterns.

Then get through the difficulties and move on, and the body will also undergo certain changes.

It has become accustomed to using these patterns.

Slowly, it became its instinct.

Even the flowers, trees, beasts, birds, fish and insects seen on the road will be carefully observed and the corresponding patterns will be born.

The Cloud Spirit Tortoise never knew where it was going.

Since you don't know, keep wandering.

Until one day, a river appeared in front of it.

The river level is quiet and leisurely.

Compared to the places it had experienced before, the river seemed incredibly gentle.

The cloud spirit turtle came to the surface of the water, reflecting a huge shadow.

I have experienced so many hardships, and every time I experience them, some changes have occurred in my body.

Now it has grown into a hill, and its carapace has turned red and is covered with cyan patterns.

The wonder candle on the head leads straight into the sky.

I don't know how long I've been wandering, but I seem to have seen all of this world.

Every corner is a pattern in my heart.

Where are you going?

Its gaze followed the river, in the direction of the current.

At this moment, the cloud spirit turtle seemed to have received new guidance.

Downstream.

……

As the turtle stepped into the river, the shadows of the hills followed the river and gradually moved away.

The picture on Yan Fu's whirlpool swayed for a while, and soon turned into a phantom and scattered into streamers.

[Spectacle Recording Complete!] 】

[The experience of the 'Cloud Spirit Turtle' is complete, and the wonders have been integrated into the 'Cloud Spirit Turtle'. 】

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